To obey or disobey
By:GeselleP. Maderal
When you're at your mother's womb
You seem to move in a limited place
Where you feel uneasy but steadily attuned
That you should be in tamed motion.
After carrying you in months
You come to this world with a task
Your mom teaches you hard
And moulds you with challenges for years.
Why should I do these foolish things?
You ask her many times of your life,
You murmur like a beast in the night,
It is a struggle for holding you tight.
Little by little you bloom like a plant
Slowly grow bigger and stronger than before
Your mom and dad are proud what you've got,
For you bloom into a mature man as they want.
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A good start with a nice poem, Geselle. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.